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L uca stood over his cauldron, chanting softly. Excitement stirred within him as the water within the cauldron grew cloudy and then began to bubble. A long finger of gray mist rose from the heavy iron pot and wrote three words in the air.

Morgan Creek, Wyoming.

A slow smile spread over Luca’s face as he murmured the name of the town. “Morgan Creek.”

He conjured a map, his excitement growing as he located the town. His cell phone quickly gave him directions.

At last, his search was over.

Chortling with glee, he packed a change of clothes and his new cloak. As an afterthought, he added the wand he had recently made. He rarely had need of such magical implements, but it might come in handy when facing vampires as old and powerful as Kincaid and Saintcrow.

“Tonight, Katya,” he murmured as he finished the last of his preparations. “You will be avenged tonight.”